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SUICIDE KINGS is out in hardcover (see below) and BUSTED FLUSH has been released in mass market. Meanwhile, I've delivered the additional content -- three new stories -- for the first volume of this storied series, WILD CARDS itself, which Tor will be reissuing later in the year. Since the first volume was historical in nature, telling the story of the wild card from 1946 to 1985, adding some original material to cover some of the "lost years" seemed like a natural.

The three new tales:
-- "Captain Cathode and the Secret Ace," by Michael Cassutt,
-- "Powers," by David D. Levine,
-- "Ghost Girl Takes Manhattan," by Carrie Vaughn.

No publication date yet. You'll know when I do.

As for FORT FREAK, the twenty-first volume in the series that WILD CARDS began, first drafts are all in, I've given the usual editorial note, and the writers are all off revising. This one looks to be a lot of fun. The Class of 2009 is doing some great work, and the old-timers ain't half bad either.

On other fronts, Gardner Dozois and I are very close to delivering our original cross-genre anthology STAR-CROSSED LOVERS, to Pocket Books. We're waiting for some minor revisions from one writer. Once those are in hand, the book will be delivered. Only it's not STAR-CROSSED LOVERS any longer. Pocket's sales force did not like that title, so the anthology has now been rechristened SONGS OF LOVE AND DEATH. Got a great line up of writers for that one, including Diana Gabaldon, Jim Butcher, M.L.N. Hanover, Peter S. Beagle, Marjorie Liu, Jacqueline Carey, Carrie Vaughn, Robin Hobb, Neil Gaiman, and many more.

Everybody's talking about AVATAR, which I haven't seen yet... but I have been going to movies. While the crowds queue up for Cameron, I've been catching up on some of the other films now in release. I enjoyed THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG, and liked INVICTUS as well, but the one that really impressed me was ME AND ORSON WELLES. The guy who plays Welles should get an Oscar nomination for that performance.

As usual, I am way behind on my Xmas shopping.

Where does the time go?

Current Mood: busy

Today was the official publication day for the latest Wild Cards book, SUICIDE KINGS.

Run, don't walk, to your favorite bookstore and getcha copy now. And hell, while you're there, get copies for all your friends as well. All you Xmas shopping in one swell foop.

Current Mood: chipper

Well, that was fun. If only every game was like this...

(Maybe it is, if you're a Colts fan).

These were the Giants I remember. The swarming aggressive D, the sacks, the knockdowns, the hurries, the interceptions, runners tackled at the line of scrimmage. And on offense, long time-consuming drives ending in touchdowns. Eli looked terrific, spreading the ball around. Nicks, Smith, Manningham, and Boss all had big catches, and even Derek Hagan scored a touchdown. The running game was back, especially when Ahmad Bradshaw had the ball. The O line opened gaping holes, and the D line was so relentless that our wafer-thin secondary was never threatened.

Yeah, these were the real G-Men.

I have no idea who those clowns in the Redskins uniforms were.

That fake field goal the Skins tried at the end of the first half had to be one of the most bizarre plays I've ever seen. Watching Steve Young talk about it in the postgame was hilarious.

I do feel sorry for Jim Zorn, whose postgame press conference was... well, obviously, no one ever taught the guy Coachspeak. Poor guy is not long for D.C.

But it was a great win.

Now we need two more like it, coupled with a Cowboys loss.

(Or a Packers loss, maybe... but while I know the G-Men have the tiebreaker over Dallas, no one has ever mentioned who wins a tie between New York and Green Bay).

Next week, the Panthers. Who beat the Vikings yesterday. Let's hope the real G-Men show up.

Current Mood: happy

( Cathy and I have intelligent conversation. )


Things that sucked about 2009:

.......ok since life is actually short, maybe it would be better to make this a list of

things that DIDN'T suck about 2009:
- hanging out with thehoyden in Chicago in the bleakest part of winter! Seeing Tristan & Isolde, geeking out over the Robie House, fighting with Cathy about the merits of Tennyson on twitter in a french cafe, lol, watching Merlin, and having mandarin rose tea omg tea on a beautiful snowy February day. <333333
- getting to sing the Verdi requiem
- KIND SIR ACCALON :D
- meeting up with my pal Dave in D.C. in the spring and hanging out for the first time in a year! and seeing Monsters v/s Aliens in 3-d, lol, that was awesome. My Ph.D. is in daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance!
- and then going to the Smithsonian for the first time everrrrrrr omg and seeing The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations Milennium General Assembly!!!!!
- and completing the weekend with a COBRA STARSHIP/FALL OUT BOY CONCERT dkf;afjdka; with ansceal & her family/friends :DDDD
- and then topping it off with a leisurely sunday with alestar, who makes all excursions worth having
- Bones, Bones, Bones.
- the unexpected advent of American Idol, and the unexpected way it brought me, Kara, and Sam together jkfa;dfklaf;jk <333333333333
- Adam Lambert, generally, and also yeats, who just SHOWED UP IN MY LIFE AND STARTED BEING AWESOME. it's a little like what i imagine walking in on a stripper party in your bedroom must feel like. i am just like, what. wait. what did i - what-- WELL, OKAY, UNIVERSE, IF YOU INSIST :DDDD
- going home to TN in June to celebrate my grandmother's ninetieth birthday. 90 years. wow.
- David Archuleta's twitter, oh my god.
- NEWTON. *___*
- my fourth of july party, and getting to watch the fireworks over the harbor, right off my balcony. :) :) :)
- TOM FELTON'S EMO SUIT & THE LARGELY TRUNCATED BUT BEAUTIFULLY FILMED STORY ABOUT DRACO MALFOY AND ALSO BIRDS
- meeting arboretum! at long last! in D.C. in August! and doing a tarot reading for Touya Akira, lol, and seeing the Hope Diamond and getting totally lost thanks to our faily GPS systems lol, and it was basically all awesome.
- Doing the SETC conference again this year with mbeasi and my old friend C!
- going karaokeing with myrafur and sirkrunk741 :D
- Simon Pegg, Edgar Wright, and Nick Frost on twitter.
- having my lame cubicle temporarily taken over by the confetti monster on my birthday :D
- re-discovering P.G. Wodehouse and discovering Nero Wolfe. Such unadulterated joy and comfort. <333333333
- Stephen Fry
- Friday Night Lights.
- getting like a bajillion snowflakes on international snowflake day, seriously, that just cheered me so greatly <3333333
- Yuletide, provided I manage to turn my fic in on time tonight ahhhh

Aaaaaand the #1 thing that hasn't sucked about 2009:
- club five hive revivaljuice ♥♥♥♥♥ :D aka Kara, Cathy, Val, and Sam. Without whom I would probably have thrown myself off my balcony right around mid-June, hopefully landing on top of Steel Drum Guy, My 2009 Arch-Nemesis. Next year will be your year, S.D.G. I'm watching you.

Life is meaningless and full of pain.

I saw this one coming. Three missed field goals will always come back and bite you in the ass.

Great D, but Mark still has a lot of maturing to do.

With the Colts and the Bengals yet to come, I think we can kiss the playoffs goodbye.

And I'm not feeling good about the Giants game tomorrow either.

Current Mood: crushed

So I just saw Planet of the Cat People (P.S. They're Blue) in 3-D, and then Brett the Vet and I went out for Moe's. (They have a whole salsa bar!) Short version: A large portion of my readership is going to kick my ass.

Long version: ( MASSIVE SPOILERS )


ETA: What the HELL? Hospital: Actress Brittany Murphy dies at age 32.

Current Music: The sound of 500 people defriending me

Pat's Fantasy Hotlist is doing one of their famous contests, for two Advanced Reading Copies of SUICIDE KINGS signed by all of the contributors.

For details as to how to enter, go to

http://fantasyhotlist.blogspot.com/2009/12/win-autographed-advance-reading-copy-of.html

Good luck to all.

Current Mood: busy

Oh my sweet God have mercy. ( I decided that I would rather not go to prison )

By the way, remember this story?

Meanwhile, on the way home from our last excursion of the day, we dropped by my grandmother's to bring her some more ornaments. On the way out, I stopped to play with a--I don't know, I guess you'd call it a banner? It kind of looks like a long flat bell pull? I don't know. She has it hanging on her front door, and it's this tan-colored strip of fabric with little decorated felt Christmas trees, edged with shiny gold rickrack. "I loved this when I was a kid," I told her, shaking it a little so the bells would jingle. "Ruth made that," my grandmother said warmly. "She really liked arts and crafts. She made all of this herself, every bit of it. Even the tassels. She sewed everything on it there--the sequins, the little ornaments, she even put the pearls on the trees. She's dead now."

I managed not to crack up until I got to the car. My mother couldn't understand why I was doubled up in the passenger seat crying with laughter. I'm not sure I understand it myself.

 

RIP Dan O'Bannon

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5Og_YsaXt4&feature=related

He'll be best remembered for ALIEN, but DARK STAR has a fond place in my heart as well. I hope somewhere he's surfing down like a meteor as "Benson, Arizona" plays on the cosmic soundtrack.

Current Mood: sad

So. Tired in a very lazy, self-indulgent way. I don't know if it's the holidays or the birthdays or what, but I've got to get over this dragginess--however pleasant it might be at the moment--at some point. I am, however, going to see Avatar on Sunday, and am working on some kind of zen meditation to rope off my EXTREME WEARINESS of the hype I've been hearing for an actual, literal year about how this will CHANGE THE WAY MOVIES ARE MADE. I don't know which way they mean, but if involves 3-D becoming the standard movie format I'm going to be pissed off, because it gives me headaches like whoa, and keep in mind that I have to balance those damn glasses on top of my real ones. I'm afraid to ask what other ways they might mean, because so far, "Huge effects spectacle with an overly familiar story and clichéd dialogue," "The nation divided into warring tribes of Fanboys and Haters," and "Would you like fries with your topless Neytiri figure?" kind of seem like business as usual.

@cleolinda: RT @flickchart: Director Michael Mann said of AVATAR: "There's before this movie, and after this movie."

@cleolinda: RT @flickchart: Spielberg quoted on AVATAR: "The last time I came out of a movie feeling that way was the first time I saw Star Wars."

@cleolinda: People, you realize now that I'm not going to be impressed unless Avatar delivers orgasms AND hot fudge sundaes. Knock it off.

@cleolinda: @jamevph The only thing more obnoxious than the hype would be if the movie actually turned out to be that good.

@cleolinda: @gorgeousnerd Oh, I mean, I'm going on Sunday, and I'm going to try to be zen about it and set all of that aside.

@cleolinda: Although I do wonder--"Doomed romance on the Titanic" is an easy sell. "Giant blue cat people do... something," I don't know.

@cleolinda: It could be the Second Coming, but I don't know how well it might actually do. Interesting to see how it shakes out.

@lilithsaintcrow: @cleolinda "Giant blue cat-love on the doomed Titanic! It's a sure thing!"

@cleolinda: @lilithsaintcrow Aw, man, giant blue cat-love screeching in the back of a Model T, do not want.

gfrancie

Current Mood: hungry

(i'm just basically redoing last night's post, but with gusto!)

Me: MOM THERE WAS A FIRE IN THE APARTMENT NEXT TO ME BUT I'M OKAY!!!!
Mom: oh. did you manage to save your new keyboard?
Me: ...
Mom: I guess not?
Me: MOTHER, THERE ARE FLAMES AND EXPLODING WINDOWS! SHOWERS OF GLASS! MY FLOOR IS ENGULFED IN SMOKE! I AM CALLING TO TELL YOU THAT I AM ALIVE!
Mom: well, i was just asking!

I'm really kind of freaked out still. My apartment was undamaged, but the fire was literally right next door to me, across the hall, and in addition to that apartment being completely toasted, the apartments around and below it were both destroyed. and i don't even have water damage from the sprinklers.

the creepy thing is that about 2 months ago i started getting a really strong feeling about getting renters' insurance in case of fire. i'm the most careless person in the world, and have been renting for the last 10 years without needing/wanting renters' insurance. this was a really urgent feeling, though. which, okay, the fire didn't even affect my apartment, but IT SERIOUSLY WAS RIGHT NEXT DOOR and i am so amazingly lucky, and i'm even luckier to know that i would have had protection for the damage.

please, you guys, if you live in an apartment, get renters' insurance. it's really painless to do and it only costs like ten bucks a month, but it will save you so much worry and stress in the event of an actual fire, which i now know is scary enough on its own.


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i also wanted to elaborate on my fic rec from last night* because there've been very few Harry/Draco fics lately that I've enjoyed as much as this one. "Draco Malfoy's Travelling Theatre of the Strange and Spectacular" is an eyebrow-raising title, but it's also a quirky & oddball one, which fits the spirit of this fic to a tee.

This fic is completely charming and utterly hysterical, and also extremely, extremely hot. harry and ginny trying to inject sparks back into their love life is completely laugh-out-loud hilarious, and there is nothing more essentially harry/draco in the entire world than this:

"Blimey," said Malfoy, laughing. "You're terrible at sex."

Harry punched Malfoy in the face.

1. The apartment next to mine caught on fire tonight and destroyed three other apartments around and below it. No one was hurt and my apt. was miraculously untouched but HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS. It was such a close call.

2. THIS H/D FIC IS AWESOME AND YOU SHOULD READ IT RIGHT NOW.

First of all: my mother and I are trying to decide on an e-book reader to get for my stepfather. His main problem is visibility--we hit on this as an alternative to large-print books, in that any book can become "large print" if you can adjust the font size. Portability is less of a factor, therefore--if one reader is larger than the other, that might actually be a bonus for us. I hear the Nook is sold out and kind of got crappy reviews along the lines of "Wait for the 2.0 version," but Mom thinks she might be able to get one anyway (she has Ways). On the other hand, the Kindle has a lot of advantages that I am vaguely aware of, but it's also got screwy DRM issues where it won't let you do things with, you know, the files you bought and paid for. So she says it would be nice to be able to have the e-books on the reader and the computer, DRM issues would be really frustrating, etc. So 1) ease of use and visibility for someone who is not a tech-head and 2) minimal DRM foolery, those are our main criteria. I know nothing about e-readers, except that I have the Stanza app on the iBella and don't ever use it. Thoughts? Suggestions?

Second: padawansguide needs a new host for her site, the movie-focused The Costumer's Guide (where I had tons of fun a couple of years ago trying to help identify all 60+ Marie Antoinette costumes. Good times); in particular, she says, "I would like at least 5-10 GB of disk space and at least 150 or more GB of bandwidth a month. With no weird [usage] caps they don't tell you about!" We discuss a couple of options at that first link, if you have any ideas.

Third, and not a question: New trailer for Iron Man 2.


(Zomg e-book! The Annotated Movies in Fifteen Minutes: Wizards!)

Bear with me as I lead into this, because I have some philosophical ramblings about beauty products that guys (i.e., people who do not wear makeup and may not understand the appeal of cosmetics) may find interesting.

So. I have gift cards to Sephora, and also a promotional code from their newsletter that expires today, and then three free mini lip glosses as a birthday promotion, therefore: it's economy-boosting time. My on-and-off obsession with makeup, as previously documented here, is somewhat peculiar, given that I wear very little of it. I mean, number one: I don't leave the house much. I have sensitive problem skin, so there doesn't seem to be any point in irritating it with the constant application and removal of makeup that no one's going to see, you know? What I really love is trying out different colors, because if I wear anything, it tends to be eyeshadow and lip gloss--I really need to wear foundation and concealer, but honestly, when I do, all I look like is someone very obviously wearing foundation and concealer, so I figure the flawed natural look is preferable at that point, and I'll just have fun with my favorite eyeshadow palettes (Hard Candy's Suede and Star). Hence the recent fixation on Aromaleigh, because the samples are so cheap that I can play all I want, and I'm hearing from other patrons that their face powders do a really good job of blending and disappearing, so I'm going to get samples of those and see if I can finally achieve the no-makeup makeup look ("Like you, only better!").

As for why girls--some girls--get so obsessed with makeup, even someone like me who rarely wears it, I can tell you very simply: ( Yes, but it's a badass lavender )


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So. Today. Thirty-one. I was depressed (not about the number itself) and that was stupid but there it is.

(Also, the day started out really crappy. "PUT HIS ASS ON THE PHONE!")

I will say, there is one thing I feel very strongly about on birthdays, and that is: it is very important that you blow out all your candles in one breath, for thus shall you have good luck all the next year! Which is why I get UTTERLY CHAGRINED when people put the same number of candles on the cake as you are years old, because when you're seven that's awesome, but when you're thirty-one, that's just basically a giant NO LUCK FOR YOU. I just don't have the lung capacity to deal with those kind of numbers, people. "Can we just get two candles in the shape of a 3 and a 1?" I asked desperately. So after I explained why I wanted fewer candles, we compromised and just put them on my piece:

( I'M A REBEL )

So it was a quiet day; we had just my grandmother over for lunch rather than any kind of Entire Family thing. I don't know. I'm just getting to be a huge baby about not wanting to do anything for my birthday--what I want to figure out is what I feel so bad about. What is it that I actually want that I'm not getting? I'm throwing myself a giant pity party, but what's the occasion? Because you can't go about fixing a problem, about getting what you want, if you don't know what that is. And I just don't know.

Anyway. I'm still slowly replacing my music collection--I might be able to recover it when I'm sure I can afford to take Betsy into the shop after Christmas shopping is done, but I'm not counting on it--so I went and bought my two favorite Pretenders songs, "Night in My Veins" and "Love Colours." Coincidentally, I got that CD for my--16th birthday? I think that's the one it was. I wore that CD to pieces, which is why I can't rip it to Lizzie now. So, fifteen years later, here we are on iTunes.

Something else I bought on a whim off eBay just happened to arrive today, and I am counting it as a birthday present to myself because it is pretty much the best thing ever. Seriously, I think opening the packet and taking it out was the only thing that made me laugh all day. I paid the princely sum of $13.13 for it, and it will be a long time before I am able to work it into The Secret Life of Dolls, but you will die, all of you will absolutely die when you see it.


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Every year my dad’s friends have their Christmas Eve party. They consider themselves to be family (chosen family as opposed to birth family) so it’s something they all look forward to each year. I’ve never been to one where I don’t feel welcomed, loved, and thought of as somebody’s wonderful niece. They really are an amazing group of guys even though they remind me that no matter what age people are, they still don’t see themselves as old and tend to make inappropriate comments. I forget, these guys don’t have kids of their own which is why they have taken to baltimorebiotch and me as they have and therefore don’t think that saying inappropriate things about Sean Connery’s chest hair is anything to think about.

I digress. I work in a rather nice and professional setting where everyone dresses quite professionally yet approachably. We have a holiday party on Friday and I must look cleaned up for it, but not overly so like last year. Even so, ‘overly so’ for me last year was wearing a three year old top with a black skirt. I have my gay friends in Atlanta who tend to throw parties this time of year, do I worry about how I look? Yes but not really. The only event at any time of year that really worries me about dressing appropriately is the Uncles’ Christmas Eve Party. They won’t judge me or think ill of me if I don’t dress nicely, but it’s just that when you DO go above and beyond and dress adorably their compliments are just so . . . touching.

The year I wore my multi-colored top (the aforementioned three year old one before it was three years old), they lauded my bosom and loved my earrings and hair. Words of praise for my outfit were aplenty and always with the most creative of adjectives. They knew me when I was a little dannykaye3 . They saw me when dressing up meant a white collared shirt and khakis with boots and not wearing my Dolphins or Orioles hat (pre-Ravens in Baltimore). The year I came home from college for the first time, they were in awe. The year I came home with bangs, they were in awe. The year I came home without 20 lbs, they were in awe. The year I came home with a Bichon, they were in awe. What the hell do I do this year? I can’t just show up and wear the same thing I wore last year. THEY’LL KNOW!

I’ll be scavenging Express and Target this week, maybe even Macy’s if things get desperate. I mean, so many things I need, earrings, pants/skirt/dress, top? Do I have enough new clothes in my wardrobe to create something new? I don’t know! Perhaps I’ll do what I’ve been doing with my clothing style this past year and just ask johnvscancer what he’d wear.

Current Music: "Some People" from Gypsy

It was a good day to be wearing green in the NFL.

The Jets won their morning game convincingly, even with Mark Sanchez nursing his knees back in New York City and Kellen Clemens playing abysmally in his stead. Hardly mattered. Gang Green's running game was hitting, and the defense played lights out. Of course, they were in Tampa Bay playing this year's Bucs, so it hardly counted. Josh Freeman, the heralded Bucs rookie QB, looked just awful, but maybe some of that was Rex Ryan's D. Still, these Bucs are so bad they ought to make them go back and wear the creamsicle uniforms until they start playing better.

The Jets are still in the playoff hunt, but just barely. They pretty much have to win out, and with the Colts and the Bengals on their schedule, I think that's unlikely. And next week they have to beat Atlanta, who have a bad record but gave the Saints all they could handle today.

Green Bay won as well. Another "green" team.

And, sadly, this evening the midnight green Iggles of Philadelphia defeated my Giants in a heartbreaker. All the talking heads are saying what a great game it was. Pfui. It was an EXCITING game, yes. The G-Men came out stumbling and spotted the Iggles to a two touchdown lead, then battled back for the rest of the game. Every time they closed the gap to one score the Eagles would get punch in another one and widen it again. Finally the Giants managed to take a one-point lead at 31-30... only to have the Eagles get a long TD on the very first play after the kickoff. The scoring continued after that, and finally ended 45-38 in favor of Philadelphia. The Giants racked up a ridiculous number of passing yards, and both teams left points on the board. McNabb missed one wide-open receiver who was streaking downfield for what should have been a certain touchdown, receiver Mario Manningham of the G-Men had two endzone receptions disallowed for having one foot out of bounds, and his fellow wideout Hakeem Nicks had a couple of TD passes bounce off his hands. There was also a Giants linebacker who dropped what would have been a certain pick-six served up by McNabb. It too bounced off his hands. (And weirdly, it wasn't a pass after all, but a forward fumble, but after our LB dropped it players on both teams just ignored the live ball lying there on the grass). There were fumbles, a punt return for a TD, an freaky pass broken up by an Eagle that caromed off his thigh into the hands of the Giants tight end... lots of crazy, colorful, thrilling stuff. Both teams played hard.

But a great game? Pfui. For fans like me, who appreciate defense, it was far from that. Neither team brought their defense, from what I saw. The Giants certainly proved themselves unable to stop the Eagles. After ranking as the best defense in the NFL at season's start, our D has fallen apart. Especially the pass rush. McNabb had all day back there. Eli played one of the best games I have ever seen him play -- his stats were off the charts, and would have been obscene if Manningham could have stayed in bounds and Nicks could have caught the balls that were bouncing off him -- despite the fact that he was under pressure every snap. McNabb, on the other hand, could have filled out and filed his tax return in the pocket on a couple of those plays. What the hell happened to the Giants' fearsome pass rush? We have the same players as last year and the year before. With added depth; by rights we should be better. But Bill Sheridan, our new defensive coordinator, does not have them playing the same agressive attacking style that Spags did last year, that has made a world of difference. Sheridan needs to go. I want my Big Blue D back. I like winning games 13-10 much more than losing them 45-38.

Oddly, despite the loss, the Giants may still have a better chance of making the playoffs than the Jets do, provided the Cowboys continue their traditional December collapse. But I am not holding my breath. Next week's game against the Redskins has the look of a classic trap game. After getting up emotionally for the big games against Dallas and Phillie, the Giants are all too likely to suffer a bad letdown against the Skins and get upset, which would effectively end their season. I've seen it happen before. And Washinton is better than its record. And even if they get past the Skins, the Vikings are waiting at season's end. The only silver lining in the clouds over the Meadowlands is the fact that the Giants own the tiebreakers over the Cowboys, so if both teams finish with the same record, New York goes to the playoffs and Dallas stays home. But right now Dallas is a game up.

Life is magical... but full of pain.

Current Mood: disappointed

So last night we finally decorated the tree that we got last weekend--the first thing you have to understand is that Christmas is a BIG THING in my family. Not in a religious sense--in a We Are Going to Decorate the SHIT Out of This House sense, and I love it. Of course, I loved it double-plus verygood when my mother opened a bottle of wine ("@cleolinda: Bottle of wine WOOOOOOOO"). I sucked down two glasses before she'd even made a dent in one ("@cleolinda: Second glass of wine WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"). Y'all, I need to drink every night. For real.

But before we get to the picspam, I will relay unto you a story Sister Girl told while she and her friend J. and I were in the kitchen afterwards: "YOU HAVE TO BLOG ABOUT THIS." (J.: "You haven't told her this yet? Oh, you gotta tell her this.") This past Monday, Sister Girl was minding her own business, working at Panera, you see, walking behind the registers carrying whatever it was wherever she was going-- ( The best book title Robert Ludlum never came up with )

Moving on! A Tannenbaum picspam expanded from LIVE ON THE SCENE Twitter posts last night: